The people who had no clue couldn't help but get closer to see what Brother Tan had found.

Seeing that more and more people were coming, Brother Tan laughed, this smile was a little sharp, echoing back and forth in the house.

"Brother Tan, what are you laughing at?!" Two hundred complained with a slightly unhappy face.

Brother Tan ignored him, laughing to herself, she laughed presumptuously, even her tied hair was scattered by the amplitude of her laughter, half draped and half scattered on her shoulders.

Erbai was really angry, walked over and slapped her and yelled, "What the hell are you laughing at?!"

This slap seemed to really wake her up, and Brother Tan's eyes changed suddenly, like a sharp sword out of the sheath, with a magnificent momentum, with the momentum of cutting mountains and rivers.

Tan Ge'er took out a lighter from his pocket and waved it, smiling and taking off his coat.

Everyone was shocked, what kind of beauty is this? This is obviously the Shura who came to ask for his life! She's got four bombs strapped to her!

Two hundred's complexion changed, and his legs couldn't help but soften.

"What are you doing?!"

Brother Tan picked up his chin like two hundred, and said with a smile, "Two hundred, my mother is here to take your dog's life today!" You killed my second sister! I almost killed Brother Gu, Min Cheng's death has nothing to do with you, since I can't kill everyone, my mother will take you to the bottom first!"

"My second sister died a miserable death! I'm going to make you a thousand times more painful than her! My brothers in Mincheng died gloriously, unlike you who died without a name and a surname!"

"Today is my death and your two hundredth death!" After speaking, Brother Tan lit the fire cap, and the sparks ignited, and yellow flowers bloomed one by one between his waist.

Tan Ge'er hugged the two hundred, and he still took the gun to punch a few bloody holes in his body and still didn't let go.

Tan Ge'er looked at the glass beside him, and the glass reflected a dazzling light.

She smiled and closed her eyes.

There seems to be a teenager's "like" echoing in my ears.

"Like"

Boom –

When Zhang Lin woke up, he was next to Xiao Si, Xiao Si's face was gray, and he woke up to reveal two neat rows of tooth shells.

"San Shao, you're finally awake!"

The last image in his mind was that Furukawa was surrounded by everyone on his back, so he fainted to death, and hurriedly asked "Where is Furukawa?"

Xiao Si, he didn't see Brother Gu at all, he found Zhang Lin in the thatched pile, he was already scarred when he found him, if it wasn't for someone around him who would bandage him, I'm afraid he would have died a few times of bleeding.

"I didn't see Big Brother Gu"

Why didn't you see it? Zhang Lin trembled and grabbed Xiao Si's sleeve, and his voice was faint.

"How so? He's been with me all the time."

Before the conversation between the two ended, Matsushita Kiyono rushed in with everyone.

He sat in the car, staring around to find the figure.

Xiao Si stared at the figure in the car with red eyes, and was about to stand up with his gun in his hand, "It's that Japanese!"

"Come back! I can't go now!" Zhang Lin sat up with his hands propped up, and only then did he see that his legs were already scarred, with several holes stacked on them.

It smells foul and burnt, and it is impossible to smell it.

He touched it lightly, and the painful sensation transmitted through every nerve, causing him to break out in a cold sweat.

I'm afraid that these legs will not be able to heal again.

Barely cheering up, Zhang Lin spoke, "How can you beat them alone?"

There were no more than fifty people left, and hitting a stone with an egg was no more than that.

Zhang Lin is behind the sandbag, and it is difficult for people outside the sandbag to find him, but his angle can completely see Matsushita Kiyono.

Kiyono Matsushita got out of the car wearing his usual white gloves, he was a businessman, but he looked like an officer.

His gaze swept lightly over the stone bridge, over the streets, and finally stopped at the sandbag.

"Sanshao, he's coming."

Zhang Lin: "How many grenades are there?"

Xiao Si lowered his head and searched, and only after a while

Reply: "A"

Zhang Lin glanced at the lonely grenade in his hand, and said without thinking, "You go first, I'll come to you later."

If he had changed to the previous Xiaosi, he would have really agreed, after all, in his eyes, Sanshao was omnipotent, and there was nothing he was afraid of in the world, but now he knew that not everyone was invincible, and even Sanshao, who had always been high above and out of reach, was injured and would die.

As soon as he leaves now, Sanshao will definitely not survive, and thinking of this, he has strengthened his determination.

He wants to go, he not only wants to go, but also to let Sanshao survive.

Since he was a child, he has been a fast runner, but because of his small size, everyone thinks he is a slow runner.

Now he finally has a chance to prove himself.

Standing up and shaking his hand, Xiao Si put the grenade back on the ground.

Run as hard as you can.

There was no sound of cars or conversations, and the scenery in front of me passed by like a dream, and all that was left was the sound of the wind whistling by.

The stars were scattered in the night sky, shining one after another, shining on the lonely figure.

He ran fast but made a lot of noise, which quickly attracted people's attention.

Matsushita Kiyono quickly caught the shadow.

"Chasing"

Xu Jing felt that she must have been a strange person before, otherwise how could she like such a strange hobby as kite flying.

Kite flying is also something that only children like, and she has more than twenty now.

Looking at the bird-like kite in her hand, Xu Jing was not interested at all, and she didn't know where to put it, so she had to play with it in her hand.

Mu Xiuyan had just taken two cups of sour plum juice from the little girl, and when he saw her beautiful appearance from a distance, she hurriedly walked over and asked, "Don't you like it?"

Xu Jing shook her head, and naturally blurted out "I don't like it"

The eyes of the person in front of him suddenly dimmed, and then turned back to that gentle appearance, all of this was seen by Xu Jing, realizing that what she said might be a little hurtful, and hurriedly added.

"Just because you don't like this now doesn't mean you won't like it in the future."

Seeing that Mu Xiuyan's expression eased slightly, Xu Jing secretly breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.

After getting along in the past few days, she really found that Mu Xiuyan was an extremely sensitive person, and if he said the slightest mistake, he would secretly feel sad by himself.

You ask him, but he is stubborn like a child, shaking his head and saying it's okay. c

"This sour plum juice quenches your thirst, it's about to be drunk."

The sour plum juice had just been taken out of the ice bucket, and there was still water dripping outside, Xu Jing took it with a smile, and inadvertently touched Mu Xiuyan's fingertips, she said thank you indifferently, and took a big sip in her mouth.

The cold breath came out, wandering between the five internal organs, compared with the traditional Chinese medicine of the previous days, this is simply not too refreshing.

As soon as she wanted to sigh that it was delicious, Xu Ji found that Mu Xiuyan's face was amazingly red.

As if a peach blossom had bloomed, a thin and fragrant petal fell to the edge of the lake by the wind, rippling round and round.

Could it be that he is sick? Xu Jing couldn't help but be worried, and approached and touched Mu Xiuyan's forehead, "You... What's wrong? Is it a fever?"

It's good not to touch it, but when you touch Mu Xiuyan's face is even redder, take a closer look at the tiny fluff on his face, which is actually stained with a thin layer of sweat.

Skin... It's pretty good.

Mu Xiuyan hurriedly turned his face away and shook his head hurriedly, saying to himself, "No, no"

As if she had discovered a new world, Xu Jing stared at Mu Xiuyan with wide eyes, thinking of the scene of receiving sour plum juice just now.

He can't be shy, right?

Can... But didn't he take her hand? Why wasn't he shy at that time, but now he's starting to be shy again?

Sure enough, the young man's mood was difficult to fathom.

"Sunset"

Xu Yi was quickly deviated by Mu Xiuyan's two words, and looked up at the sky, the sky was yellow, orange and orange, like a large piece of cut orange, and swallows flew by from time to time, adding some embellishment to the orange.

"Do you have pen and paper?"

This situation is the best time to draw!

"Ah, yes, you wait for me to bring it to you."

After Mu Xiuyan finished speaking, he turned around and trotted to the little maid to get a pen and paper, Xu Yi gestured with his hand and slowly changed from a person half a head taller than himself to the size of a sesame seed, and then fell asleep on the lawn to enjoy the scenery.

It seems that except for Bai Yanling, her life is quite good, Mu Xiuyan is also very good to herself, and she doesn't need to dig into the past things.

It seems that everything is going in a good direction.

"Here comes the pen and paper!" A light and clear voice sounded behind her, Xu Jing looked sideways at the person who came, and couldn't help but smile from the corner of her mouth, and she got up to get it.

It is a fine rice paper and sheep's hair pen, soft and dense in the hand, but without losing the style.

"Thank you."

It was a casual word of thanks, but Mu Xiuyan held it in the palm of his hand as if he regarded it as a treasure, and dyed pink on the pinna.

Xu Yi was half-lying on the ground, like a curled shrimp, her hair fell to the side, and the sleeves of the clothes she was wearing were a little wide, and she was a little fluttering by the wind.

Next to him is a bamboo forest, green *** drops, surrounded by small streams, nine meandering, and the stone collides to make a sound of Lingling.

In this scene, the half-lying on the grass does not look like a girl, but rather looks like a fairy who is not stained with dust.

The brushes under the brush are all smart, and the red on the horizon is faintly depicted, like a girl holding a pipa and half-covering her face.

Mu Xiuyan also studied this aspect of painting, and half-knelt on the grass to watch Xu Jing paint carefully.

It's not so much looking at paintings, but looking at people, and my eyes can't help but look at that cold and white face.

The red color gradually faded, Xu Jing looked at the half of the sky she had drawn, and picked it up to compare it with the sky.

"It's done!"

Xu Jing held up her peerless painting and just wanted to sigh, but when she looked up, she found that Mu Xiuyan's eyes glowing with spring were looking at her without blinking.

Xu Jing, who looked at her, felt a twitch in her heart, very familiar, this feeling was very familiar.

It was as if at some point, she had painted like this, and there was someone next to her who was looking at her like that.

"Good drawing"

Mu Xiuyan smiled lightly and took the painting in Xu Jing's hand, pointed to one of them and said, "You still need to add some more color here, the clouds have not really dispersed at this time, and the light and shadow are naturally different."

"The most enviable thing about you is not the skill of this brush, but the style of your painting, which belongs to you alone, and others can't learn it, fresh and beautiful but without losing the magnificent spirit."

Xu Jing didn't listen to what he said, she stared at the drawing paper and fugue, the memories that kept repeating in her mind.

Who was the person who used to sit and paint with her?